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Chapter 9: Out of Control

If you think Justin Bieber is the real deal, well I can say the same for Lee too. Seriously, Lee is like the Japanese version of Justin Bieber.

We haven't even make it to the ground floor and I already have about ten huge (Yeah, I mean seriously HUGE)- your typical dressed in a neat black suit and sunglasses kind of- bodyguards surrounding me (three on each side, two behind and two in front of me) while we wait quietly for the lift to reach our floor.

I clear my throat and begin awkwardly, "Um, you guys, I appreciate it but this is rea-ally unnes-"

Ping!

The lift chooses this time to open its door and I am drag into the tiny lift before I can protest any further. Michiyo who is standing a few feet away gives me a symphathy waves while I shot her a 'help me' look as the door slides shut. Inside the small and confined lift, I feel even worse than before. As if the lift isn't small enough, having ten huge-sized men who are breathing heavily around you is absolutely nerve wrecking!

"What is taking so bloody long?" I scream silently as the lift slowly (really taking its own sweet time) makes its way to the ground floor. I can't move! I can't breathe! My poor lungs are screaming for oxygen! I feel like fainting! I desperately need to lean against a wall for support before my wobbling legs give in but the stupid bodyguards are acting as a large, solid barrier between me and the wall.

And I am definitely not going to lean my body against their big, muscular chest!

Panting slightly, I stare at the numbers blinking on the tiny screen of the lift. 6…5…4…3…2…1…Ground floor! Sighing with relief, I straighten up and quickly make my way towards the door only to be held back by the bodyguards.

One of them mutters something to me in Japanese before pressing a button on his headset hooked on his ear while the other reaches out and press on the "Close" button, keeping the lift door tightly shut.

I scowl. What the hell is their problem?

Crossing my arms in an I-am-pissed-off kind of way, I continue scowling as I listen to the bodyguard mumbling into his headset in some code language that I don't understand. I can feel one of the other bodyguards raising his eyebrow at me behind his sunglasses.

"What are we waiting for?" I snap impatiently. "We're already on the-"

"GO!" the bodyguard with the headset suddenly yells, shooting his hand forward. The bodyguard who has his finger on the "Close" button quickly hit the "Open" button. The door springs open and before I can react, they push me out of the door.

Oh. My. God.

The deafening screams that come next almost shatter my ear drums. Cameras start snapping away, producing bright flashes everywhere, blinding me. I shield my eyes with my hands, keep my head down and stagger forward, letting the bodyguards lead the way. On the way, I step on a red bra lying on the pavement and trip slightly, bumping my head into the back of the bodyguard in front of me. Swiftly, the bodyguard behind me pull me to my feet and urge me to keep on walking.

"LEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

This is absolutely insane! Female fans are throwing their clothing everywhere, some flying over my head (missing me by inches) and some being slide on the ground across my feet (and I have to admit, the bodyguards are doing a pretty good job shielding me from them). Now I get it why Michiyo didn't want to accompany me. I am not even sure if can I make it to the car alive.

Without warning, the bodyguards in front of me come to a sudden halt and I bump straight into his back (again!). They break apart to reveal an open car door in front of me. I literally fling myself into the welcoming car seats. The car takes off down the street with a screeching of tires

I collapse onto the leather seats and wipe away the sweat manifesting on my forehead with the back of my palm. What the hell was that? Stunned, I look outside the tinted window of the car as it zooms pass the long rows of paparazzi and fans.

Is this something I am going to have to deal with for the next few days? Months? Or worse, forever?

"Ohayo, Lee-san," a female voice interrupts my thoughts causing me to jump in surprise and back away to the edge of my seat. Sitting right beside me is a young and beautiful Japanese woman in square rimmed glasses. Her jet black hair is tied back together in a tight, neat bun. Wearing a grey business suit with her legs crossed and an iPad in hand, she looks like a very important business woman.

She leans forward and touches my hand, asking me something in Japanese. I blink at her. She looks at me seriously under her glasses waiting for an answer. I gulp. For some odd reasons, I am actually intimidated by her.

"Sorry, I-I-I only speak English," I say rather timidly. What the hell is wrong with you, Raven? Are you actually afraid of this woman whom you just met for barely one freaking minute?

Her eyes widen slightly and I feel myself shrinking away. "You. Got. To. Be. Kidding. Me." word by word escapes from her glossy lips slowly.

"I'm afraid not."

Pulling her hand away from mine, she lean away and studies me. "Looks like you got hit really hard in the head."

"Uh- who are you?"

"Great, I am now a manger to a famous singer who doesn't remember a single thing in his life and suddenly have the talent to speak fluent English," she says sarcastically.

"You're Lee's manager?"

"I'm your manager. I manage your famous, hectic life for a living, in case you don't know what exactly a manager does," she says as though talking to a dumb child.

"I know what a manager does," I make a face at her before adding (rather not nicely), "And do you have a name? You don't expect me to call you Ms. Manager, do you?"

She narrows her eyes at me, sending a shiver down my spine. "Hitomi."

"Right, really nice to met you, Hitomi."

"Consider yourself lucky that being able to speak English is part of my job," she adds, tapping something into her iPad.

"Yup," I turn away and look out of the window instead. "Lucky me."

"Since you've completely lost your memory, this whole being a famous superstar thing must be new to you. What a total pain in the arse," she adds quietly, not taking her eyes off her iPad.

Geez, grumpy much? I prop an elbow on the arm rest and stare into space and we zoom past the busy city. The whole thing still feels like a dream to me. One moment I am a Teen Titan and now I am Japanese superstar with no idea what to do with my life.

"Here."

Looking away from the window, I stare at the can of chilled Pepsi in her palm. I swallow and realise how awfully thirsty I am. I'd die for a nice, hot cup of green tea and Pepsi isn't exactly my cup of tea but I guess it will have to do for now. I mumble my thanks and pull on the ring of the can. Much to my annoyance, the ring keeps slipping out of my short fingernail and hits the surface of the can.

Tap! Tap! Tap! Tap!

I feel like strangling the can. For a moment, I stop trying and focus my gaze on the ring of the can, hoping that I still have the power to magically snap open the can. "Do you need help with that?" Hitomi suddenly interrupts me. I look at her and notice the tiny smirk plastered on her lips.

"No, thanks," I turn down her offer and hook my fingernail under the ring. She will probably go all, "Consider yourself lucky that being able to open a can of Pepsi for you is part of my job." and humiliate me. That's the last thing I need right now.

Tap! The ring slips out of my finger again. I can feel her smirk spreading wider at my stubborn attmept. Pissed, I turn my back against her and rub my wet palms on my jeans. This time I place two fringernails under the ring, take a deep breathe and pull hard.

"SHIT!" The Pepsi sprays all over my black T-shirt and sends some onto my face.

A snort. I snap my head around to give her the glare and she hastily surpresses her laughter into a cough ("Hrrm! Hrrm!") and pretends to not notice me by tapping something important into her iPad.

Hands sticky and dripping in Pepsi, I look around for the tissue paper box only to find, to my annoyance, nothing! I sneak a glance out of the corner of my eye at my "busy" manager. She is not even going to offer me a piece of tissue!

And I am definitely not going to show her the satisfaction by asking for one on my knees!

Ignoring the Pepsi stain on my shirt, I take a grateful gulp of Pepsi and let out a satisfying, "Aaaah…" I lick my lips. Wow, I didn't know Pepsi taste so… good! In fact, it actually tastes better than green- Crap, what the heck is wrong with you? How can this sweet, unhealthy carbonated drink be any better than green tea? Green tea clenses the body, calms the mind and tastes great.

"Supposingly," Hitomi speaks as I take another gulpful of Pepsi, "you have to begin work today."

Work? Immediately, I pause in my drinking, shoulder suddenly tense at the idea of work.

"But lucky for you, I'll put a hold on your busy schedule for at least two more days. After that, it'll back to work for you." Relief, I continue drinking my Pepsi while she continues, "And I did this for you is mainly because you're hot."

I choke and Pepsi is send spraying all over the leather seat in front of me.

"WATCH IT!" Hitomi jumps from her seat as she digs out a packet of tissue paper from her handbag. "I can't have you spitting Pepsi on expensive leather seats!" she dabs a piece of tissue on the Pepsi mess while I cough and cough and cough and cough…

"Unfortunately-" cough, cough "-I don't give-" cough "-a bloody damn-" cough "-about it!" cough, cough.

I receive a glare for that. Seriously, just look at my manager. Look at her. Here I am, coughing away until my stomach hurts and eyes water and she is attending to a lifeless leather seat as though it is the one who… is coughing away in pain.

She is soo fired.

"What are you looking at?" she snaps at me.

"Nothing," I say, turning away towards the window and stares up at the beautiful blue sky, wondering when will the nightmare end.

Summary for Chapter 10: It's HOME SWEET HOME for our dear Titan with a little surprise in store (HINT: A partner she never expected *wink*)

Author's Note: Finally, I'm BAAACK! Ever since I started schooling, my life has been hectic. I can't even find time to squeeze some writing fiction time into my busy schedule. Oh well, at least my exam is over and I did pretty well too :)

Anyway, with my long absence, I'd probably already lost some of my amazing readers. I only have myself to blame...unless you guys are amazingly loyal and are out there to prove me wrong. So, keep those REVIEW COMING!

Lastly, I MISS EUUUWWWW! 3